#glad i’m finished doe

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Ok well i had the brief thought “what about an ER nurse Eddie au?” and then this popped fully formed into existence so fuck it Friday pt 2.. warnings for smoking and vague references to critically injured kids

“That doesn’t seem very healthy.”

Smoke curls up from the cigarette held loosely in Eddie’s hand. “It’s not, particularly.”

Buck’s hands are in his pockets as he strolls away from the glass doors out into the ambulance bay where Eddie is doing the mature, professional equivalent of playing hide and seek. He comes to a stop barely a foot or two away from where Eddie leans against grimy concrete. “Didn’t know you were a smoker.”

“I’m not,” Eddie sighs, “Particularly.” He looks over Buck’s face as he takes a drag, cataloging bruises and cuts. He hadn’t been the one to look him over before he was discharged, probably because he was out here avoiding having to do so. “Only when it’s- only after the bad shifts.” And only once a month, even if the bad shifts come again and again. He bought this pack in January, it’s stale as shit.

Buck’s eyes follow the smoke as it drifts skyward. “Rough one today?”

Eddie thinks he probably doesn’t have to explain to Buck that it’s sometimes better when a kid is dead on arrival so he doesn’t have to try his best to administer care he knows will be useless. He doesn’t have to explain a day where nothing goes right and he loses more people than he can save and he still has to walk away from someone’s parent or wife or sister, left behind forever in a waiting room on the worst day of their life, and go on to lose the next person too. Doesn’t have to explain why he’s out here, and not in there. “Mm. We’ve got this repeat customer, always hate to have him back.”

Buck’s eyes flick to his face before they settle somewhere around his elbow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. He seems like a nice guy. I worry about him. He’s here too often.”

Buck doesn’t look up. “What was he in for this time?”

“Minor concussion. Bruising. Lacerations.” Eddie sucks cancer into his lungs. “Heard a house fell on him.” Exhales it into the night.

Buck does look up this time, eyes a darker blue out here in the shadows. “Part of a house. Just a staircase and the- like, the balcony, really.”

“Maybe he should stay away from those.”

“From houses?” Buck asks, half his mouth twitching into a smile.

Eddie rests his head on the wall behind him. “Guess that’s not really practical.”

“No.” Buck is quiet for a moment, one hand slipping out of his pocket and running through his hair. Eddie wonders what he looks like, when he’s not here. He’s more styled, sometimes, when things aren’t very bad. He wonders if he’s usually all gelled up and neat. Eddie kind of likes the loose curls. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Making your day worse.” Buck looks genuinely apologetic, and Eddie shakes his head.

“The guy made it out okay this time.” Buck is just close enough that Eddie can kick at his boot with his sensible orthopedic sneaker. “You didn’t even need stitches.”

“That’s good.” Eddie’s left foot is pressed along the inside of Buck’s right, and Buck is staring down at them. “His favorite nurse was on break. I would have missed you if someone else had to do them.”

Eddie laughs, just a few bursts of soundless oxygen. “You gotta find new ways to see me before something happens that I can’t fix.”

Buck moves, taking the few steps necessary to lean against the wall beside him. Carefully, he takes the cigarette from Eddie’s hand, holds it between two of his own fingers, and takes a drag. Eddie watches it happen like he’s monitoring somebody’s pulse ox, and when Buck coughs he laughs again, louder this time. “Fuck,” Buck says, laughing too. “Thought that would be cooler than it was.”

“Smoking isn’t cool, firefighter Buckley,” Eddie says, taking the cigarette back and pulling from it again between smiling lips.

“Hm,” Buck says, grinning out into the night. Then he sighs, and rolls his head along the concrete to look at Eddie. “I think there’s nothing you can’t fix.”

They’re very close. “There’s lots I can’t fix.”

Buck shrugs like he disagrees. “I also think I’d like to find other ways to see you.”

Buck’s eyes are even more in shadow at this angle, and they’re the color of the lake back in El Paso that he and a bunch of kids went to after graduation, drunk off beer somebody’s cousin got for them, skinny dipping with breathless terrified delight under bright constellations. “Then ask me.”

Buck inhales as Eddie exhales. “What time’s your shift end?”

“5:30 AM. So, probably 6:15.”

Buck traces the two fingers he’d used to hold the cigarette down Eddie’s arm. “You wanna get breakfast with me?”

“Yes. I would.”

Buck smiles, and Eddie snubs out the cigarette on the wall between them. “I’ll meet you here?”

“Alright.” He takes a step forward, then a step to the right so he’s standing in front of Buck. “Two hours.”

“Uh huh.”

He should really get back inside. They’re understaffed, as always, and there are too many patients, as always, and not enough beds, as always. “See you then.” He doesn’t make any move to leave.

“See you then,” Buck almost whispers. He leans forward, and Eddie still doesn’t move, so he presses a tiny kiss to the corner of his mouth for just a moment. His lips are warm. Eddie hadn’t noticed it was cold outside.

Buck pulls back and leans against the wall again. Eddie smiles, puts a hand in his pocket, and walks back toward the doors.

#my writing #fuck it Friday #i swear I’m going to finish trapped buck and Chris and work on proposal fic before i work on this more #but it would be a bunch of glimpses of Buck’s various hospital trips from Eddie’s nurse perspective #and maybe shuffle some events around? like maybe eddie still gets shot but by a disgruntled former patient this time and #so he does a stint in the maternity ward and buck shows up there #and Eddie is like you’re having a kid? #and bucks like no my sister is what are you doing here #and when buck gets the story he’s like fuck. shit. im sorry i wasnt there #and eddies like picturing seeing buck in that moment of violence and says im glad you weren’t #also Eddie could still be the one who restarts his heart after the lightning strike #this bit is maybe the last scene actually sorry for posting the end first #have a good breakfast boys #buddie #evan Buckley #eddie diaz #911 abc

[saevus-brutalis]

target neutralized.

do not pin, reupload, copy, use or claim as your own, thanks.

#i still think about him often #the OG is back in town folks 😤😤 #welcome back you old dog #god i’m brewing up updated backstory/lore for him so hhhh stay tuned coz i might release it #can u see those wrinkles can u see how old he is #i think i reached the point where he finally does look his age #i finished this in january but was too lazy to shade guns and leg holster 💀💀 #still counting this as my january piece so first piece this year woooo #i’m so glad i spent 15 mins rendering burn scars in his neck and arm only to cover it up with tattoos and blood #but i know it’s there so that’s all that matters 🖤 #tried some more funky lighting and damn what’s that no transparent background with a rectangle in the middle? that’s some wild experiment #saevus brutalis art #oc: vincent elijah vahn #saevus-brutalis art #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 oc #cyberpunk oc #male v #cyberpunk 2077 male v #cyberpunk v #cyberpunk 2077 art #brut art #cyberpunk 2077 v #cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 edit #art: vincent e. vahn

[siennahrobek]

#i was not expecting to finish this sketch but i guess i did something? #with a crappy background but once again. it’s something #i’m glad obi wan got the hugs he did in the show he deserved it #obi-wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi #kenobi #quinlan vos #star wars #fanart #myart #emdraws #does it look completely right? probably not #too tired to care

[carbonateddrinks]

“And I mean, hell. If you’re have to live the rest of your life in a memory… ya might as well make it a good one.”

#RvB #Red vs Blue #red vs blue the recollection #RvB the recollection #rvb church #guess who finished season 3 #no spoilers for project freelancer btw I’m gonna bawl my eyes out and then watch it #I am so glad im going in this blind #like yeah. some of it didn’t age well but dear GOD this was so good #AND THE FIGHT SCENES???? TEXAS KICKING ASS??? #she was making sure griff was the last of his legacy dear god #AND THE GLACIER BOMB TRAP SCENE MADE ME LOOSE MY SHIT she is my favorite #it’s moments like this that make me proud to be a Texan #god. and. just everything. SARGE’S DAMN SPEEECH i was so convinced he was going to die and I was gonna lose it. #the griff death fake out gave me a heart attack. AND SIMMON’S REACTION TOO LIKE BRO WAS SAD #AND. GOD. HE (church) REALLY DOES CARE. HE’S WILLING TO SPEND ETERNITY WITH THESE GUYS WHILE WAITING FOR TEX. ur honor im. emotional

[ahhrenata]

your art is so comforting to look at….so pretty… thank you for sharing it with us!!

💖💕💗💞💓

#THANK YOUU 🩷 #I’m glad y’all enjoy my thingss #🥰 #not sure if you like Star Wars or stranger things LOL #this is part of a steddie doodle that i will probably never finish #it was steve doing the twilight thing with the whole ‘does my being half naked bother you?’ and eddie has a RBF while he’s trying to say #‘​n-nope. no its cool. you’re cool. its-I - I’m not bothered. I’m not- I’m — SHIT.’ #but he’s starry eyed and screaming internally lol #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things art

[writing-forever]

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

Boo! I come out of the blue to give you Star’s first day at the daycare.

Note: Star is using she/her pronouns in this one. But only because they’re 5 years old and don’t know what nonbinary is yet.

No tws for this one

Tag list: @jakersdaboss @miss-night @lets-zofifi-stuff

Star didn’t really like loud noises, or bright lights, or new people. So it was no surprise that as she stood in front of the daycare doors, after walking through the loudest, most colorful mall ever, she started bawling.

Her mother, Esperanza, leaned down to comfort her, wrapping her in a hug. “Don’t worry baby. I’ll be back to pick you up before dinner time, ok?”

Star shook her head. “I want you to stay!” She cried. “It’s scary here.”

Her mother sighed. Picking her up so she could look through the daycare window. “How about we pick someone safe for you to talk to first? That way you won’t be overwhelmed.”

Star rubbed her eyes. “O-ok.” She said, hiccuping slightly from how she’d been crying.

She glanced at the window, looking for a kid who looked nice. But she couldn’t focus on any one child for long. There were just too many. She couldn’t count them all. After a few seconds of looking over the kids, Star shifted her focus to look for adults instead. But to her surprise, she couldn’t see any. “Where are all the grown-ups?” Star said panicking slightly. Who was taking care of all these kids? Who was gonna take care of her? Was she gonna be stuck here all alone?!

Her mother simply smiled gently. “Don’t worry. This place has something even cooler than grown-ups.” She pointed to a corner of the daycare, where Star could just barely see a lanky yellow figure sitting at one of the craft tables with a couple of kids. It was really tall, and its face was surrounded by little triangles that made it look like one of those smiling suns that you would find in children’s coloring books. It certainly didn't look human.

She squinted at it. “Is that a robot?” she asked.

Her mother hummed affirmatively. “He sure is.”

Star peered at him curiously through the glass. “Can I say hi to him first?”

Her mother nodded. “That sounds like a great idea.” she set Star back down in front of the daycare doors. “You ready to go in?” she asked, swiping her daycare pass on the reader beside the door.

Star hesitated for a moment before nodding.

“Do you want me to stay with you for a few minutes?”

Star thought about that. On one hand, she really didn't want to be in this new place alone. But on the other hand, she had already kept her mother for long enough, she would probably end up late for work if she stayed any longer.

“I’ll be ok.” She said after a moment. Her mother opened the door for her and gave her one last hug before sending her through the wooden double doors. The doors closed with a heavy thunk behind her leaving her alone in a sea of strangers.

Star looked around searching for the yellow robot she’d seen. He had finished his craft activity and was now alone at the table, cleaning up. She walked over to him timidly, trying not to make eye contact with anyone.

He didn’t look at her and she had to gather her courage to say “Hi.” The word was little more than a squeak but the robot heard it, finally turning toward her.

“Why hello, new friend. I don’t think I’ve ever met you before. Is this your first time here?” He asked. His voice was bright and bubbly, but it was also calm enough that Star wasn’t unnerved by it.

Star nodded. Not saying anything quite yet.

Sun smiled, or well, he looked like he couldn’t do anything other than smile, but his body language showed he was excited to meet her. “I hope you like it here so far. What’s your name?”

Star shuffled her feet and gave him her name.

“That’s such a pretty name. You can call me Sun. Or Sundrop, or Sunny, or any other nickname you can think of!”

Star faltered at his enthusiasm. Although she supposed it made sense that a robot named Sun would be so sunny. “I think I’ll just stick to Sun.” Star said.

Sun nodded. “That’s a-ok. Do you like it here so far?”

Star looked down. “It’s ok I guess. It’s really bright, and loud. Hurts my head.” She didn’t know what she expected Sun to do about that. But she wanted to tell him anyway.

Sun covered his mouth with his hands, humming in thought. “Do you want to go to the quiet corner?” He asked.

Star tilted her head. “There’s a quiet corner?”

Sun nodded enthusiastically. “Of course, it’s also the naptime area. But I like to let kids rest in there if they need it."

Star hummed. "Where is it?"

Sun waved his hand. "Follow me he said, leading Star toward a corner that was filled with blankets, pillows, and other similarly soft things. It looked kind of like a blanket fort. Cozy, dim, quiet. Star sat down in the middle of it all, fidgeting with the edge of one of the blankets. "Can you stay?"

Sun covered his eternal smile with his hands. “I wish I could little star. But there are lots more little ones who need my attention." He uncovered his smile and touched his pinky to his forehead then flicked it away. “How about this?" He pulled something from his pocket and pushed it into Star’s hands. “It’s a little me plushie. That way you won't miss me too much.” He handed her a little yellow candy as well. “And here’s something to make you feel better!”

Star hugged the plushie to her chest and popped the candy in her mouth. It tasted like a batch of lemonade that someone had put way too much sugar in. “Thank you.” She muttered.

Sun nodded and then his attention was pulled away from her as two kids started fighting, causing a ruckus.

Star sat back against the pillows, running her hands over the soft texture of the Sun plush as she sucked on her lemon candy. The rays were crinkly, she liked that.

Star found she had a lot more energy after she finished her candy. She was still scared to leave but now she was having trouble sitting still. She ended up wandering over to the only empty corner. There was a shelf there that was empty save for a single box.

She pulled the box off the shelf, smiling when she opened it to find an assortment of legos. Her favorite, probably because really liked to make things, usually things that moved. Legos were perfect for that.

Star fiddled with the blocks for a bit not trying to make anything in particular. She ended up with a little car that would be able to move on its own if she had any rubber bands. She thought for a moment before taking her hair out of the low ponytail it had been in, letting it hang around her shoulders. She wrapped the tie around a mechanism on the bottom of the car before putting the whole thing on the floor, pulling it back, and letting go. It shot forward, bumping into the Lego box and flipping over.

Star heard someone clapping behind her. She turned, slightly started, to see Sun, praising her for her haphazardly thrown-together toy. "That was so cool! Glad to see you're feeling better!" He tapped his fingers to his mouth. "Do you want a snack? It's snack time!"

Star hummed, despite the candy giving her energy, it didn't actually fill her up. She nodded and Sun held out his hands, a silent request to pick her up. She shook her head at that and Sun shrugged, letting her follow him to the tables instead. The rest of the children were already there. It seemed Star was the last to know it was snack time.

She didn't really mind other than the fact that now she had to sit between two kids she didn't know. She just ignored them as Sun left to grab everyone’s snacks. She wasn't interested in making friends at the moment anyway. Maybe tomorrow.

Eventually, Sun came back and wiped all the kid's hands with wet wipes before giving each of them a Glamrock-themed Lunchable (Star’s was Sun-themed), along with some sort of fruit and a juice box.

As soon as Sun left Star grimaced. She didn't like lunchables. They always had weird textures. This one was the one where you could make ham and cheese sandwiches out of crackers. It came with an Oreo. Star sighed. She guessed the crackers and cookie were ok. She wasn't gonna touch the other stuff though.

She nibbled on her food and nearly finished her juice-box before snack time ended. She noticed it hadn't lasted very long. Maybe this one had started late or something. She quickly finished her juice-box as Sun came over to clean up the tables.

Once everything was clean Sun waved his hands above his head, raising his voice in order to get everyone's attention. "Do you all know what time it is?"

One kid raised their hand. "The end of snack time?"

Sun laughed. “Technically true. But not what I meant. I meant it’s time to say hello to Moon.”

There were scattered groans and a few replies of “I’m not tired.”

Sun wagged his finger. “Well that's not very nice to Moon now is it? He's been waiting to see you all, all day.”

Most of the kids who had complained said sorry and Sun looked satisfied with that. “Now, Moon seems to be sleeping right now. Do you all know how to wake him up?”

Another smattering of responses, most of them something along the lines of “Turn out the lights!” Or “Wake up Moon!”

Sun laughed. “That’s exactly right!” He said, clapping his hands. “But first we all have to be in the nap area, follow me little sunbeams!”

He led them all to the quiet corner, letting them settle down before shaking the bells on his wrists to grab everyone’s attention.

Star didn’t really like that sound, but she didn’t say anything about it.

“Are we ready to wake Moon, little sunbeams? Do you all know what to say?”

Only about half the kids knew what to say. “Wake up, Moon!” They yelled excitedly.

Sun nodded. “Now everyone together, on the count of three. One, two, three!”

“WAKE UP MOON!”

Star said it too, but didn’t yell like the rest of the kids seemed so fond of doing. And then she was blind. The lights had gone out.

She heard the clicking of grinding gears and then silence for a second as her vision adjusted slightly.

She saw red eyes.

Star stifled a sound of fear, although she did hear a couple of scared gasps from other children. She did make a sound a second later as the ceiling started glowing with stars and clouds. The previously red eyes shifted to a deep soft blue as the person they belonged to was illuminated by glow-in-the-dark stars.

“Hello, little nightlights,” Moon said. His voice was soft, calming. He sounded like he'd be good at singing lullabies.

Some of the kids said ‘Hello’ back. Star guessed those were the ones who had been here before. She noticed there weren’t very many.

“Were all my precious nightlights nice to Sunny today?” Moni asked. He was crouched low to the ground now, almost eye level with the children.

There was a chorus of yeses.

“Good, no naughty children today. How many of you aren’t tired? Not even the slightest bit sleepy.”

Everyone’s hands went up. Star raised hers hesitantly.

Moon chuckled. “I see nobody played very hard today. That’s just as well, makes it easier for Sunny.” He pulled out a handful of dark blue candies. “As a treat for being so nice to Sun, each of you can have a Moondrop.” He said, tilting his faceplate. “But only after you lay down.”

Kids rushed to find their friends and lay next to them, some even going the extra mile and pretending they were already asleep.

Star found a little beanbag that she made her own, huddling into it with a blanket she had found on the way there. Moon went around and handed each kid a Moondrop.

Star took hers with a thank you, popping the gummy candy into her mouth. It tasted like blue raspberry, but had an aftertaste like medicine. She ignored it. She was suddenly much too tired to worry about that anyway. She curled up on the beanbag she had chosen as a sleeping spot, closing her eyes as a soft song started playing. She didn’t bother checking where it came from, she was already fast asleep.

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Star woke up to a pounding in her head. She whimpered, opening her eyes and seeing stars. Glow-in-the-dark stars. Where was she again? She sat up, looking around. Jungle gym, ball pit, aforementioned glowing stars…

The new daycare. She remembered now. She kind of wished she hadn’t, all this thinking was making her head hurt all the more.

She heard a voice behind her. “What are you doing awake little star? It’s past your bedtime.”

Star turned abruptly, sucking in a breath through her teeth when that sent spikes of pain through her head. Moon crouched next to her. His ever-present smile was kinda creepy in the dim light, but any unease Star may have felt about that was washed away with Moon’s next words.

“Are you ok, little star?” He looked her up and down, eyes glowing a little brighter for a second. “You have a temperature.” He said.

Star groaned. “Head hurts.” She told him helpfully.

Moon hummed. “Sun, how long ago did you give this child a sundrop?” He said. It didn’t sound like he was talking to Star anymore. He was silent for a second before making a frustrated sound. “That’s too close to naptime. We’ve talked about this.” Another pause. Moons huffed. You better be.” He said, finally turning his attention back to Star. She had her hands to her temples, trying to ease some of the pain.

Moon sighed. “Do you think you could get back to sleep?” He asked.

Star tapped her thumb to her index and middle finger, the sign for no. She knew plenty of simple signs for when she was having trouble talking.

Moon hummed. “Do you want a cold cloth?”

Star nodded with a mumbling hum of affirmation and Moon left for a couple minutes, coming back with an ice pack wrapped in a washcloth.

Star took it in one hand and pressed it to her head, sighing as the icy cold soothed her headache. She reached her free hand, making grabby hands at Moon. He was made of metal, and metal was usually cold. Cold cuddles sounded really nice right about now.

Moon obliged, taking Star into his arms and letting her lay in his lap and wrap her arms around his waist. He kept the cold cloth pressed against her head as his music box started up.

Star pressed her ear against Moon’s chassis. She knew this song. She hummed faintly as Moon sang along softly.

“Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are.

Up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are.”

By the time the music box its last notes, Star has fallen back to sleep.

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The next time Star woke up Moon was nowhere in sight. She has been placed back on her beanbag and tucked in. Her head didn’t hurt anymore and she might’ve thought the whole thing had been a dream if not for the now warm cold cloth that was lying next to her.

Star looked around. The lights were on again, but they must not have been on for long because Star was far from the last person to wake up. She could see 5 or six other kids who were still tucked in and snoring. As for the rest of the kids, Star could hear them playing and laughing and running around chasing each other. She saw one kid touch another and yell “TAG!” Before booting in the opposite direction.

Star laughed. So that’s what was going on. She got up from her place in the quiet corner. She wanted to play too. Maybe she could get Sun!

She tried to stay in the vicinity of whoever was it, hoping they’d notice her. She also kept a close eye on Sun, so when she did get tagged she’d be able to run straight for him.

Right now Sun was hiding behind one of the play structures with a couple of other kids. It was a straight shot if Star reached through the bars.

She just has to get tagged first.

She stepped a little closer to the kid who was currently it. A little boy who wasn’t very fast and looked like he wanted his turn at being it to be over already. “If you tag me, I could get Sun.” Star whispered, hoping Sun couldn’t hear her. The boy turned to look at her before smiling and nodding. He gave Star a high five and Star was already running before he could finish saying tag.

She made it to the play structure in record time, reaching through the bars to touch Sun early on the chest. “TAG!” She declared.

Sun gasped in surprise before looking down at the two kids who had been hiding with him. They shrieked and ran, laughing all the while.

Star ran too. She didn’t know if Sun allowed tag-backs and she wasn’t about to find out.

Sun stated it for a suspiciously long time, often getting almost close enough to tag a kid before letting them slip just out of his grasp. He did eventually tag someone, Star noticed it was someone who hadn't been tagged yet, and the game continued. Although Sun got tagged way more often than anyone else.

Star got tagged a couple of times too, but not on purpose anymore. She didn't go for Sun when she did, instead trying to get the number of kids that always seemed to be using him as a shield of some sort. He was, after all, the most popular person to tag, and if you were close enough to reach the people around him you might as well just tag him directly.

But Star had already tagged Sun, so instead they would only pretend to tag him before switching targets last minute to be of the kids beside him. It worked every time.

Eventually most kids got tired of running around and went to play quieter games by themselves, or in small groups. Star ended up drawing with a couple of other kids. She did a few doodles, huffing and crumpling up the paper when they all ended up lopsided.

She looked around at what everyone else was drawing and noticed that one kid had about ten drawings of Sundrop on their paper already. That looked like fun. Star rapped her pencil on the table to get their attention. “I bet I could draw Sun better than you.” She challenged.

The other kid looked up, shaking their head. “No way. You can't.” They peered at Star. “But what are you betting?”

Star hummed. She hadn’t meant to actually bet anything. She held up her wrist showing off a rainbow bead bracelet. “How about this?”

Star’s opponent nodded and Star placed the bracelet between them. “Who decides who wins?” Star asked.

Her opponent poked a little boy who was sitting right next to them. “Can you be the judge?”

The boy nodded. “Can I choose a challenge?”

Star nodded, wondering what he meant by that.

“You guys can’t make him a robot. That’s my challenge.” The boy said.

Star nodded. “Oh ok, that’s easy.” She grabbed a new paper and so did her opponent. “Onetwothreego.” She said quickly and they both began scribbling.

Star, thinking of the candy she had eaten earlier, decided to make a Candy Sun. With candy corn rays and sundrop eyes. She finished first, handing her drawing to the judge.

The judge muttered and wrote something on his paper that looked to Star like gibberish. Her opponent finished their drawing soon after. And the judge did some more humming and writing.

Eventually he passed both drawings back to their respective owners. “She won.” He said simply, pointing to Star.

Star’s opponent gasped. “That’s not fair.” They said, reaching across the table and snatching Star’s drawing. Star, in turn, took that opportunity to see what they had drawn.

They had taken a different approach. Making Sun human, sort of. They’d given him fluffy blond hair and a wiry tail with a tuft of fur at the end. They had written the word “little” in a corner with an arrow pointing to Sun. It looked like the word had been misspelled and rewritten multiple times.

Star’s opponent sighed and passed her drawing back. “I guess yours is better.”

Star smiled. “Yours is pretty good too.” She said. She gave the drawing back, and with it the rainbow bracelet. “Here you can have this. Even though you didn’t win. I can make another one later anyway.”

Star’s opponent grinned as they slipped the bracelet onto their wrist. “I could make you one.” They looked for Sun. “Sunny! Can we make friendship bracelets?” They yelled.

Sun looked over. “Of course.” He said. He was quite preoccupied but he pointed them in the direction of the craft corner. “You can find the supplies over there. Please make sure to clean up when you’re done.”

And so Star made bracelets with her newfound friends and when those were finished, she moved on to something else. She almost didn’t notice the time passing and a dozen games and a couple nap times later Star’s mother was back to pick her up.

Star hugged her as she swiped her pass beside the door to check Star out. “Did you have fun?” She asked.

Star nodded. “Lots.”

“Are you ready to go home?”

Star paused. “Can I say bye to Sun first?”

Her mom smiled. “I don’t see why not.”

Star smiled and ran over to Sun who was frantically cleaning up one of the many messes that kept spontaneously appearing. She tapped Sun on the shoulder. “I’m leaving Sun.”

Sum turned. “Oh, goodbye Starlight. Have a Faz-tastic day.”

Star laughed. “You don't have to use my whole name you know.”

Sun tilted his head, confused. “That was a-“ then he giggled. “Oh, I get it. What a coincidence.”

Star smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said, giving Sun a hug.

Sun hugged her back. “See you Soon.” He said before letting her run back to her mother.

“I get to come again tomorrow right?” She asked.

Her mom sighed. “Of course the only daycare you like is the most expensive one.” She said to herself before looking to Star as she led her out of the pizzaplex. “Yes, you can come again tomorrow.”

#eve does dumb stuff #my writing #yctau #this took way too long #I’m glad I finished it tho #sun fnaf #fnaf sun #sundrop #moon fnaf #fnaf moon #moondrop #daycare attendant #yctau prequel #Star OC they/them #if you see mistakes… no you don’t

[mattodore]

they keep matthias around for the free seating

#river dipping #imani haut #matthias evanoff #theodore doe #echthroi #ts4 #blender #hi lads🧍 #it's kind of a late day for me bc i had a bad night :/ #but i’m glad i finished this up #the camera is angled here so it looks like matthias is holding them up pretty high but he's not #he's actually leaning back a bit to accommodate the added weight from imani—not that either of them are heavy to him but yk. gravity. #theo and imani are leaning pretty heavily onto matthias's chest #i rlly need to get on my desktop and rip imani’s latest version of her sim bc she rlly does look different to me #(tho ik they all kind of look a little different since sim ripper misses some of their skin details) #and i want more little outfits for her in blender 🧎 #she’s ranting abt someone from work here which is why matthias is smiling—he likes listening to imani bad-mouth people #and he loves to add his little comments 😭 #theo's just there listening tho. he tends to be pretty quiet around imani... which is why imani thinks he's sweet lmao #she's never really seen theo lash out or act rude to anyone before bc he's always sort of demure around her #anyway. i'm probably gonna stay offline today but i'll come back later if i have any other pose progress to share 🚶

[charlottedabookworm]

damn it’s been fifteen minutes and i already miss cid

#once i finish this game i’m writing so much fix it fic where cid lives #char plays ffxvi #ffxvi spoilers #final fantasy xvi spoilers #though the way they’ve made cid a title is pretty damn cool #cid wanted his name to be remembered and his life to mean something #and this does that entirely #hmmmm time travel fixit where post-game clive travels back and saves cid from typhon? (+joshua from ultima?) #(cos baby boy i’m so glad you’re alive but now i’m terrified we’re actually gonna have to kill you)

[eat-applez]

Why is it whenever people learn that you can do something they immediately ask you to do it???

“Oh you’re bi/multilingual??? SAY SOMETHING IN A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE.”

“Oh you’re an artist? DRAW ME.”

Like I’ve actually just started saying the weirdest stuff when people ask me to say something in a different language- It almost always goes over like this-“Oh you can speak Vietnamese? Say something in Vietnamese then.” And then I just say something stupid like “Ok! Bạn là con bánh mì ☺️☺️” and they always go “Wow!! What does that mean??” And I hit them with “You’re bread.” And they for some reason get really angry :/

#ranting i guess #multilingual #multilingualism #I also sometimes insult them in a different language #I don’t even know how many times I’ve called someone a smarta** in Hebrew #I once litterally quoted stuff when someone asked me to speak Spanish #I’m so glad they didn’t know any Spanish #They would’ve asked me “What does 141 mean?” Or “Did. Did you seriously just quote Resident Evil? Bro.” #It also happens when I tell people I draw #But for some reason #I can’t draw actual people #Like human beings who are just like everyday people #I’ve never been able to just like draw what’s in front of me #It has to be from my head #I don’t really use drawing references for like clothes or characters or anything like that #Like if it’s a harder pose to draw I might use a reference #but not always #Anyways I’ve been animating more #May even post a full animation #If I finish it #: #artists on tumblr

[arthur-r]

i’ve gotten really bad over break at falling asleep in a time frame where i can wake up in the morning and function at capacity. but in other news i’ve written a very angry song aimed at my father. so that’s fun

#good morning everybody i tried so hard to go to sleep when i still had a chance at eight hours #i’m still gonna get seven but that’s like. if i fall asleep immediately #anyway my dad deserves to have a song about his problems i focused too much on my mom with hard to break #although actually the core memory that made me want to write that song is my dad calling me a monster when i was like ten #however the song itself is mostly about the way my mom looks at me. where it’s like i’m not human. which is a mom thing #anyway things have been really bad at home lately like i’ve mostly avoided talking about it but literally earlier today i packed a bag to #run away and just kind of changed my mind when i found out my mom was working #(because the type of running away i mean is not as drastic as it necessarily sounds. mostly just wanted to move into the apartment #permanently and im basically going to do that starting next week like i’ll be supposed to go home but i can always decide not to) #anyway do you kiss my mother with that mouth or let your anger rise and cuss her out? do you want to fuck her or do you say fuck her? #either way you fucking overshare!! do you kiss my mother with that mouth? or tell me to shut up and get the fuck out? #and when you tell those jokes do you understand how deep it goes? cant you see i’m broken from the actions that you chose?? #i just wanna get out of this i just keep getting sadder!! i’d rather not even exist does my involvement matter?? #[/ly] anyway then the song goes on after that for another while. but it’s like. long. so i’ll spare you the rest #came up with the first bit on guitar a few days ago and my dad heard the chords from my room and was like hey that sounds like pink floyd #and i had to be like nope just a chromatic scale. and be glad that i was only whispering the words #anyway if you see me right now no you don’t. and i am so incredibly asleep rn. spooky scary talking in my sleep (/all of this is untrue) #sleeping is like. my favorite hobby. but i am entirely incapable of it when there are this many anxieties floating around my head #it also maybe doesn’t help that i finished the caffeinated lemonade this morning at like 1pm. digging my own hole to lie in here #anyway im going to try and stay after school tomorrow and then go to the apartment from there. rather than see my dad and pretend we’re okay #but hi from after midnight. i miss the days where i could sleep in until ten cause im kind of a night owl i just also really like sleeping #like if i could be blathers from animal crossing and nap for twelve hours getting woke up every once in a while and given a fossil and then #going back to sleep. and then waking up when it’s dark out and every once in a while getting given a fossil. that’s the life #anyway sorry for still being here. i was eyes closed for a while and my do not disturb has been on this whole time. and yet i’m awake #going to post this and go to sleep. though. cause unless we get another snow day in a row then i do have school tomorrow morning #and a snow day would actually be terrible because of. aforementioned not wanting to be at home. and being snowed in is terrifying #ok anyway i really have to go to sleep but yeah. goodnight world wish me luck again with sleeping!! #me. my post. mine. #delete later #ask to tag

[garoujo]

Are you done with Obey Me? You were such a great writer for that fandom

omgosh don’t worry nonnie ! i’m definitely not done w obey me yet ( ﾟ^∀^ﾟ)ﾟ｡ my hyperfixations just get a lil . wild ! so i’ve been playing more genshin ‘n not rly opened the game in a while < / 3 but i have a few characters in my october thirst mlist . . n i still have sooo much love for mammon :’> hes my fave of all time sniffle ~ so i’ll still be writing for them don’t worry < 3 !!

#ֹ ۪ ᥫ᭡ : [emmails] #ഒ : [nonnie] #i have a finished levi thirst in my drafts actually ! it’s been in there S O long ! #but i may thirst a lil 4 dem this weekend >.< i miss mammon actually < 3 i get scared visiting after so long incase he doesn’t lub me anymor #sniffle . i hope he does ! mammoney < 3 #more to come nonnie don’t worry ! #also FANK YEW T^T i’m glad u enjoy my obey me stuff >///<

[sleep-escapes-me]

Blood; Callous [Explicit]

• Otohan Thull x Liliana Temult

a tiny bit of smut for everyone's favorite toxic old woman yuri set during C3E49

Word count: 2735

The warm inviting glow of the interior of an unassuming cottage at the end of an empty city street beckons ease within Otohan; a reassuring subtle indicator that the need to relocate hasn’t yet passed. The toe of her boots noisily kick up loose gravel as she approaches the door. Immediately a dullish presence tightens around a thread in her mind and pulls taught. Hostility melts into intrigue before rapidly dispelling when the door opens and shuts behind her. The weeks of sojourn tension slough her shoulders with each heavy step through the soothing ambiance that greets Otohan home. The faint crackle of a fire and lingering aroma of a cooked meal subdue the assiduous itinerant in her chest to sleep. The weeks away have only made her keen to how she will be accepted back.

Even when her back is turned, sharp trained eyes can already assess every minor difference since last they were together. 

A new scorch mark blackened the tails of the coat that hung on the chair next to her. Hands reaching for a dish towel reveal deeper scars at a few joints. One less twist at the end of her signature braid. Weatherbeaten skin, burned and tanned to varying degrees along her arms and legs.

Otohan tries her luck. Starting with a hand at the small of her back. Sliding upwards at the shoulder to twist her so they’re face to face. 

A new freckle on the cheek. A faint pink line of a cut on her chin. 

Purple eyes, outlined by shadowed bruises below dark lashes, still strike cold and piercing as Otohan matches her gaze. She tucks a stray tuft of lilac hair from her brow and rests her hand on the nape of her slender neck. The strong life-beat cadence unique to Liliana thrums under the pads of Otohan's fingers. She can’t help the small smile that lifts the corner of her lips as Liliana’s eyes narrow under her continued scrutiny, waiting for a verbal acknowledgment that may or may not come.

Instead, Otohan reaches for an idle hand. It’s granted without resistance; a good sign. She remembers a time being fascinated with Liliana’s hands—the irrefutable evidence of being chosen. She starts massaging the muscles, caressing the spaces between angry lines of red. The indiscriminate ruddy markings have almost completely overtaken her palm, leaving the remaining skin looking leathery and rough. Otohan sinks her thumbs into the palm and pushes outward in small circles causing Liliana to release a gratifying long-held breath. 

Otohan brushes lightly over a fresh callous where Liliana’s fourth finger and palm meet, already starting to heal over. Careful not to press on it, she frowns at the implication. Liliana’s acute gaze never moves from her face. Otohan feels the other woman’s eager regard burn through her restraint to delve into her mind and seek the greeting she won’t verbalize. It’s a silly game they've played for the last few months. One Otohan takes childish pride in majorly winning.

“The expected attendants are confirmed,” Liliana says impatiently if not petulant, accepting the loss for this round. “There’s a report on your desk.” 

The thought of going back into the fray after weeks of constant travel overseeing numerous Vanguard divisions should have irritated her but with the solstice so close, the very air holds a charged frequency that energizes every breath inhaled. The anticipation is maddening.

Even now Otohan’s hands itch to touch more of the woman in front of her, but maintains her poise. She hums. “I heard. I’ll look it over tomorrow.”

“I’m going back in the morning.” Liliana’s voice is short; a dismissal, tired of the game. She retracts her hand and busies herself in the kitchen ladling stew in a bowl and placing it on the table, leaving Otohan to eat. The food is flavorful and hearty. A well-tended meal Otohan can pretend with mild certainty was made in anticipation of her homecoming. 

Dark eyes track Liliana around the house as she tends to menial errands, noticing the calculated maneuvering to look everywhere but at Otohan. Another game. 

When she's full and satisfied, Otohan lets the chair scrape loudly across the ground as she stands, brushing past Liliana without acknowledgment.

“Will you come to bed?” Liliana asks with thinly veiled suggestion.

“I must be invited to my own bed?” 

Liliana does look at her then, eyebrows raised. She nods. Almost as if she had stumbled across a newfound respect for her. A test. And she’s passed. 

A strong lavender scent wafts off her with the movement. Otohan’s nose chases after it. “Trouble sleeping?” 

The question is unnecessary. She sees it clearly. The sunken droop to her eyes. Her skin in the hollow of her cheeks is a bit paler than normal. But it makes Otohan feel some semblance of vindication that she’s not the only one feeling the effects of this strain of distance between them. Pointing it out is just petty.

Liliana doesn’t answer her. Just huffs in that soft way and takes her hands, guiding Otohan over to their room. Silently removing the dark leather armor and clothing from her body with a practiced familiarity, then undresses herself. A single breath is shared between them when an immediate understanding of the magnitude of what she's tied them to overwhelms the two women.

They’re tangled on the bed in seconds. 

Gone are the days of carefully whispered affirmations and drawn-out sensualities. It’s a tangle of clumsy groping and needy lips trying to reacquaint themselves with each other.

Otohan takes a moment to simply breathe over her long-time lover as the willful shift to more deliberate touches and reckless kisses takes them. She watches Liliana squirm while unfastening under her scrutiny. Otohan can sympathize and smiles a rare smile, letting her eyes leer over the lines of her body before coming back onto her face. The other woman’s skin flushes with arousal as the sparse candlelight paints her in warm pinks and golds. 

Something in the way her eyes narrow—challenging her; the sight overtakes something haphazard and possessive within Otohan. She would not be able to hide anything from her. Not her nakedness, not her secrets, not her designs for her. Liliana was a panoply overflowing with known carnal delights and Otohan would know every inch of her. 

Biting down on her lip, drawing blood, Otohan lowers herself down and etches Liliana’s neck in red rivulets, mimicking the ones that spider across her body.

“You taste like mine,” Otohan mouths on her skin.

It’s violent; kissing and sucking and marking her way down the canvas that riots at her very touch. Liliana tangles her hands along the bed, flailing for something to grab hold of, and finds short strands of gray to coil her fingers around. Tugging Otohan’s hair sharply, bringing her closer to the dusky peak of her nipple to take it between lips and teeth; biting, pulling, teasing, tugging.

Liliana ails for breath as Otohan’s free hand pulls at her neglected nipple, teasing it between rough fingertips before tracing the sides of her body down toward her wet heat, slipping easily between her folds. Otohan slides her fingers in and out of Liliana. Slow, controlled. The way she liked to start. Liliana shivers with each torrid pump of Otohan’s flexed hand, biting her lip to suppress any noise. Locking eyes with the woman who held her at her mercy in defiance; daring her to pleasure her to the point of wanton abandon.

“Brat,” Otohan murmurs hotly against her ear. Adding a second finger, she smirks feeling the bite of Liliana’s nails claw into her back alongside a full-body shudder. There was nothing but the feeling of the woman trembling and twitching underneath her and the determination to make her cry out by her hand. 

Otohan continues to coax at her, stretching and curling her fingers into Liliana’s cunt as silky dampness soaks her hand, staining her skin. Otohan chases after every deliberate thrust with a bruising kiss. 

Liliana’s mind was a decades-reinforced trap. But strained whimpers of ‘Harder’ and ‘More’ are panted hotly in her mind. Otohan can only stubbornly assume that doesn’t count in their silly game so she redoubles her efforts. She stretches her thumb to her unattended clit. The sudden jerk of Liliana’s hips leaves her gasping her name. Otohan kisses against her temple, a show of already claiming her victory.

Liliana tries the word, “Love,” fumbling around the syllable in her passion, inner walls tensing around Otohan’s fingers. “Me,” she finishes, eyes closed and back arching. Otohan answers her with a kiss, swallowing her gifted moans as she becomes more frantic in her pace, feeling the start of Liliana’s orgasm crest.

Bitten whimpers and choked moans that ardently praise Otohan’s entire being guide Liliana’s release. Otohan traces her erratic pants, watching as the light from the hall curves around and embraces the glow of her feverish skin. Liliana’s marks burn a deeper hue of red than the rest of her flushed body. She's beautiful, and Otohan’s heart dares to ever pretend otherwise.

Otohan tilts her head upwards and tastes her deeply again, lips bruising into each other as Liliana recovers. Twitching hands sloppily find purchase on tanned skin, groping and branding her flesh with doled marks. Her touch glides—marveling at how effortlessly she can run her hands across Otohan’s body without any hitch of lightning-like scarring.

A brief respite is all Liliana needs before responding in kind to Otohan’s antics. She nudges and presses her hips to one side cueing Otohan to let them switch positions, which she could easily have accomplished without the query. It sends a fluttering thrill low in her belly when Otohan complies. They both had been waiting for this.

She's upright, shifting her legs so they straddle across Otohan’s hips. Liliana gazes down at her lover through lidded eyes, hands resting just below her breasts, fingers twitching in anticipation. The litany of lightning bolt marks across her entire body pulse faintly in tandem with every heavy exhale expended. Simmering magic held in anticipation, edging to burst, eager for release.

At this angle, Liliana’s hair pools over her shoulder, catching the dimming light around them and still managing to glow brighter. 

“Do it,” Otohan urges harshly, arching her back ever so slightly to pronounce her body to the unyielding specter above her. Bright eyes, erratic with lust and some other less pronounceable emotion. Admiration, perhaps. She shows it to her so rarely as of late that Otohan hardly knew how to recognize it.

Eyes suddenly flash white and an electric shock jolts through Otohan’s body. Stealing breath and fatigue with each accelerated beat of crackling energy. Liliana grinds her hips downward in slow even rounds to add an already throbbing pressure within, until soon enough her movement becomes jagged and choppy, sending Otohan carrening over the edge along with her.

All Otohan can hear is her own breathing, shallow and unwieldy, as her chest rises and falls evenly once Liliana is spent. Body still twitching and buzzing in the aftermath, Otohan sprawled still on her back is reinvigorated, attempting to gently buck her hips upward trying to find purchase from the other woman. Liliana lifts from her hips to persist contributing to any building sensation. 

Ignoring Otohan’s instruction, Liliana takes to her body viciously, leaving dark bruises in her wake while snaking down the other woman’s body. Any protest immediately dies in Otohan’s mouth as Liliana callously spreads her legs to expose her wanting cunt.

Otohan arches in Liliana’s direction as she ravishes and prods her body with her mouth and touch. Long tender strokes of her tongue quickly push her already sensitive body to a rapidly approaching climax. With no chance of a breather Liliana’s pace quickens, running her tongue in firm circles around Otohan’s swollen clit. She comes hard and fast. Liliana’s name the only word on her gasping lips.

Otohan begins to rise, using her elbows as support, once strength and cognition return to her. She pulls Liliana back underneath her, mumbling something softly in response. They kiss, exchanging soft reassurances and sweet admirations. Tongue and teeth and lips slide against each other, reminding the other of a more solemn gentler time. Liliana tilts her head back to open her neck again to Otohan’s attention. Bodies move and shift against each other finding any purchase of friction they can as that insatiable coiling heat builds again.

Liliana slots her thigh against Otohan’s pulsing center of heat. Her muscled abdomen rises to the challenge of setting a fast and desperate rhythm. Wasting no time, sweat begins to slick Otohan’s body for a smoother glide against her lover. Liliana burrows her own fingers in her wet cunt following the pace Otohan sets. Nails grip at Liliana’s waist, holding her in place for a steadier thrust. Liliana gasps at the pain.Otohan can feel her thrumming heartbeat through her buzzing body, eyes hooded in content, mouth parted ever so slightly. 

The heady scent of their lovemaking and subtle note of lavender mix together and falls across their senses, edging them further. Bodies tense and twitch together as one. They come together, a rare and desperate feat, leaving little indication of where one woman’s cries of pleasure started and the other took over. The release leaves their bodies languid and loosely tangled together. Flushed sensitive skin folds together as waves of pleasure continue to ride them.

Liliana’s fingers weakly tug on the ends of Otohan’s hair, in a gesture that halts the need to continue for now. 

The two women are still for a moment, lost in the deathly calm of euphoria where their breathing evens together, chests falling and rising in unison, until they drift.

~~~~~

“—we’ve been toys since the beginning. I wish you could understand. I wish you all could understand.”

Dark bleary eyes open slowly, catching the tail end of a forlorn conversation. It’s dark outside but the now visible leylines in the sky bath the room in a soft ribboned hue of pastels. Liliana sits back on her hands with a tired exhale, unaware of Otohan’s eyes on her. Or maybe completely aware. As her mind was never shuttered from her. 

“Any luck this time?” Otohan dares to ask. She knows it’s an off-limits topic since Otohan returned from Bassuras with a tale that fed silence to Liliana for hours. But she can’t help thinking maybe this time. And she’s feeling bold after their overdue passionate night in each other’s arms.

Liliana only looks at her over her shoulder. Guarded—if not unwelcome. Silence is her answer.

“She only need see what we do.” Otohan runs a hand along her bare back tracing the mesmerizing pattern there. She pushes her luck. “You should have seen her, Lili. Powerful.” She presses a bit harder into her back, dimpling the skin. “An unknowing growing bud waiting to flourish. Ready to coax the sun to her side and swallow it whole. Just like you. Only needing the guidance of—,”

“Stop.” Liliana’s gentle command is amplified by an otherworldly echo. 

Familiar sharp-cut tendrils wrap around Otohan’s mind and force her to obey. It comes so quickly that she is powerless to fight against it. Her mouth snaps shut at the same time her body tightens to an uncomfortable degree. Then just as quickly, it fades. 

She doesn’t let it bother her. In the last few months, there’s been a strange kind of obstacle between them that she isn’t sure how to maneuver around. In time Otohan is sure her patience will bear fruit.

So close to the solstice, it’s unsurprising if they’ve both changed in some fashion. They were finally coming into their long-awaited roles. Otohan was no longer a pawn of war who would devote her whole being to an unanswering god and imagine how it could have gone differently. She was a single point of blind-focused agony that would go on unending until the call from Predathos was answered. She had done what she had to do in the years leading to the solstice, and in doing so she had destroyed what semblance of the world she still held on to with the woman she loved. 

Liliana had her part in this and Otohan had hers. They’d built this operation, in part, together and that was worth more than the daughter Liliana left to seemingly protect. 

Otohan is sure of it.

#liliana temult #otohan thull #otohana #otohan x liliana #prompt fic #my writing #side note does liliana have scars?? cuz she does here oops #out of my depth with this one my dudes #idk where this came from #I’m not even super about them like that lololol but guess i am now #worked on this instead of what i should actually be focusing on as per #just glad I was able to post something before January finished

[bestfluteninja]

i love you fiction workshop

#this class contains: one of my favorite professors. one of my best friends. two pretty decent friends. one person i’m becoming much closer #friends with esp after tonight. the guy i’ve been flirting with and he’s been flirting back. and one guy whose writing is just. laughably. #well. and we all talk shit about him privately. he’s important for the ecosystem but not to me personally #it’s a night class that meets once a week and tonight we finished at 10:45 and me and 3 of the aforementioned people (best friend/getting #closer/the guy) were walking and talking after and then realized we’d meant to go investigate the couple of secret doors my best friend had #seen in old main. so we turned around and went back and found the doors and took pictures in front of both of them #and then we stopped at what’s become our customary post-workshop lamppost and didn’t leave to go to our dorms until 12:36 #in past weeks it’s been me/best friend/the guy and we had the addition of the person i’m getting closer with #and i was laughing so much. and we were having such good conversation. my god it had a range. i was just so happy #i’m just so happy now. i am so full of love. i am so glad i took that class and that everyone else also took it this term. it’s been so good #hannah does college

[chrollohearttags]

aot boys + ovulation week (feat. armin, eren, ony, connie, jean and reiner)

exactly as it sounds, another one of my early morning thoughts getting the best of me..a little drabble, nothing more lmao! This is also filthy

content + themes: black coded reader, ovulation, pregnancy mentions, breeding kink, squirting, masturbation, birth control, brief mentions of anal sex, spit play, fingering and some other thingsss

📝: this literally came to me out of nowhere. They are not fact or gospel, just my own opinion. But I could be wrong, feel free to change it how you please.

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° .** . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° .** . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|

eren • the tease: the second he gets wind that you’re ovulating, it’s almost as if he takes the shit as a challenge. He doesn’t directly say anything but he notices the signs fairly quickly. The way you clench your thighs together when he’s around, flustering when he has no shirt on, etc. he finds it so cute in fact that he can’t help but to make your life harder. It’s not a matter of if you’ll cave to your urges but when and he definitely tries to speed up the process. Smirking once he realizes why you’re acting so strange. Walking around the house in gray sweatpants with no boxers, touching you even more so than he already does and is just incredibly flirtatious. Even grabbing your waist as he walks past you in the kitchen. “What’s wrong, princess? You look a lil’ tense, c’mere.” “I’m fine, Eren. I promise..” but he knows better than that when he catches you touching yourself because he happened to say something in passing earlier in the day that turned you on. (mind you: he called you a ‘good girl’ whilst the two of you were doing your morning workouts because you finished a set) but he doesn’t care..now that he sees you writhing around, spreading yourself open and stuffing those nimble little fingers in that dripping pussy, he’s glad to come help. “Look at you..so cute. I knew it.” And you’re in for it now because it doesn’t take long before he’s got you in his lap, back pressed to his chest with your legs spread completely apart as his larger digits are now thrashing around inside of you with a thumb on your clit and he’s whispering in your ear. Pinching your nipples and even kissing on your neck whilst he watches you turn into a drooling mess. “…You just needed me to come help you out. I’m right here..let daddy take care of you, baby..imma stretch that shit out. Use all them’ pretty holes..how’s that sound?”

armin • the sneak: he’s not dumb by a long shot! If anybody can sense when it’s that week for you, it’s him. The brainiac even has it down to a science..even if you don’t tell him, he can guess from the time you’re off your cycle till then. And once he does guess correctly, he’s on the hunt then and you’re his prey. He tries to use reverse psychology and all the other nonsense to lure you in. He clearly sees you’re trying to avoid him and not cave because he knows you’ll pounce like a wild animal the second you do. He’ll say things along the lines of: “it’s okay, sweetheart. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Or “..I just thought you looked so pretty today, that’s all. I couldn’t help myself but I understand. We can wait until you’re ready.” After an intense makeout session that stops right before things get too far gone. And while he’s playing his little innocent act, you're frothing between your thighs and praying that he rips your clothes off right then and there. He also gets a kick out of seeing you get aroused by the simplest things. For example, when he’s fixing something in the house and his veins protrude from his hands and you wish it was your throat he was squeezing. It doesn’t take two hours, less known a week for you to give in and all but beg him to fuck you! And he’s excited because this man all but dreams of getting you pregnant! “I’ll give you whatever you want, sweetheart..all you have to do is ask.” Declaring as you find yourself on your knees, swallowing his dick whole (because he knows it gets you so wet) before he lightly cups your chin and fills your mouth with spit before rewarding you with a kiss. “Might even put a baby in you..you’ll look so fucking good.”

onyakopon • the pleasure dom: this man…this man right here. You might as well be prepared to block his damn number because he’ll have you ready to live in his skin when it’s all said and done. He knows you’ll try to evade him and act as if you’re just busy but he knows. He can tell you’re nervous around him or not wanting to make eye contact but he wants you to admit it. Tell him what it is that’s really on your mind. “What you acting so shy ‘round me for? Don’t be like that, ma. I’m your man. You can tell me anything.” As if he doesn’t already know you want him to use you as a fleshlight and make you come until you’re seeing stars. That much is apparent by the way you’re rubbing up on his chest, twirling his gold chain and biting the tip of your finger whilst you’re laying in bed. “What’s up with you, mama? Sum’ on your mind? Tell me what you want..” And it doesn’t take him long to deduce or figure things out when you start to move that hand lower towards his gym shorts. Naturally, he strives to give you exactly what you want so moments later, he’s between your thighs, allowing you to rub on his head; wrapped with a silk durag as he devours your pussy. Sucking and lapping on your clit…drinking in your juices. He knows you get wet but it’s not even a full ten minutes of him pleasuring you that you found yourself squirting into his mouth. Of course, there isn’t a single complaint from your man. He lives for it! “Lemme have that shit..c’mon, baby.” Adamant on the fact that he’s not coming up until he’s certain you’re satisfied. Fuck his own pleasure. And once he sets you atop his dick, bouncing you up and down, he’s focusing solely on you. On your orgasms, on the way your body reacts and especially how much you’re gushing down his shaft with those creamy juices. Squeezing him so tight as if you don’t want to let go. “Take that dick, baby..get your nut. That’s all I’m worried ‘bout right now. Get your fucking nut.”

connie • the freak: mr. constance shows no restraint as is but when you’re ovulating, it goes from bad to worse. Because he knows you won’t hold back either. So nothing is off limits! Every position, every kink, every type of nasty, salacious thing you can think of, he’s using this week as a means to let them all out. Your sex drive is super high so he’s matching your energy tenfold. “Imma fuck the shit out you, wait till I get home.” Vowing with conviction when you send him videos and texts throughout the day filled with freaky treats. The stuff you’re saying to one another is down right deplorable but you love every moment of it. He gets especially excited when you send him a small clip of you touching yourself and the web of arousal is twirled around your nails. You find yourselves engaging in every debaucherous activity possible from letting him bend you over the kitchen counter, legs spread open as he pounds you relentlessly..hands on your throat, hand roped between your thighs as it strokes your clit and you’re so sensitive, he loves it. He’s kissing on your neck, telling you how pretty you look. It’s bliss for the both of you. But then things intensity and Connie is NAWT playing. When you keep begging him for more, he doesn’t hesitate. He does everything he can to fulfill your filthy urges. Exploring every kink that you guys have wanted to try. Sucking toes, spitting in your mouth, fucking your throat..he’s using every hole you have. Even that one..he may even throw some liquor or weed into the mix and things really get fun. “Open that shit up, baby. That ass feels so fucking good. Love how nasty you get f’r me..” y’all literally never rest when that week rolls around!

jean • the bedroom bully: jean is a whole lover boy, no doubt..but he’s lowkey a bully in bed! Jean sort of likes it rough and he lovesss that you never shy away from telling him how you’re feeling…sometimes! When you’re ovulating, it depends on how you’re acting and how he’ll proceed. If he knows you’re in the mood and you’re being a bit more aggressive than usual, he’s with it. He’s loving that you’re tugging at his belt buckle, begging to suck him off.. “yeah, baby? That’s what you want? So what are you waiting for…suck this fucking dick.” Petting your head on the way down and trust, he’s not gentle about it. Even making you hold it in place.. “this is what you wanted, right? For me to treat you like a little slut? C’mon, baby..answer me.” Slapping your cheek in the process. If he’s feeling extra rude, he might deprive you. If you’re acting a little shy, he’s gonna find out what’s going on. He’s aware that you can’t control yourself and he doesn’t hold it against you (but he certainly exploits it!) When he sees you on your phone and acting a little secretive, he gets curious..only to find out you’ve been watching porn and he had a field day! “You’re really something else this week..” Pushing you against a wall, shoving his fingers into your panties and roughly grasping your chin as he forces you to keep eye contact. “What’s this? Can’t even wait for me, huh? That’s alright, I’ll take care of you.”

reiner • the breeder: good god, need I say more?! This man’s breeding kink stays on go as is but when ovulation week rolls around, you have to all but lock his ass out of the house because he’s going to be on you so bad and honestly, you want it. You want him just as desperately so you have to be the one to exercise caution because you know he won’t! You’re up against the kitchen counter or folding laundry and he’s all up on you..touching, kissing and licking on every inch of your skin, just not wanting to let go.. “Reiiii, baby..we can’t, not right now.” Whole time, you’re dripping between your thighs, your nipples are erect and you even find yourself whimpering and rutting yourself against him. “Really, sugar? Because the way you’re grinding on my dick says otherwise.” And it’s on from there, you cave! You cave bad..allowing him to bend you over right there, hoisting your skirt up and fucking you like an animal. You’re both so unhinged and primal; moving about the house in different positions, getting filled in each spot. He’s filled you with so much cum, he can barely even stay in it. You’re scratching at his back, faintly grasping him because you’re terribly overstimulated. “C’mon, darling. You can take one more f’r me. You’re gonna look so good when I fill you up..give you my baby.”

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[portgasdwrld]

📂Op men + them being needy

Featuring: monster trio

Warning: Suggestive, NSFW, fem!reader, established relationship, english isn’t my first language

Important: Pls read my navigation before sending/commenting asks. I would love to do them, but some of y’all don’t spend two seconds trynna make sure ur ask is fine with me first 🫶🏻

Note: Y’all voted for that one and ngl i wanted to write this one, so we all share the same slutty mind. Also thank you for 100 followers 🫶🏻lm super glad that y’all are enjoying my writing💕 This took sm more time than I thought it would. Ima make a separate one for Ace whenever I have time 😭

Luffy

Luffy was laying down on his bed as you were not too far from him trying out some make up in the mirror facing his bed. He had insisted to nap with you next to him, so he had his long arm stretched around your waist lazily as you were dolling yourself up.

You hear him stir awake from his sleep as he groans and yawns loudly.

-What time is it?

He drags in a sleepy tone as he rolls to the side still covered by the sheets.

-Mmm, you only slept for an hour. You can go back to sleep baby.

You answer him as you take a quick look at your watch. You knew how he loves to sleep after he ate and especially if there isn’t much to do.

-It’s hard when you aren’t laying down next to me, I like to hug you close to mee.

He whines a little. You see him rub his eyes and softly sit between his messy sheets through the reflection of your mirror.

-I’m sorry baby, I will come later when I’m done, okay ?

You say softly as you apply a new colour of your eyeshadow palette on your eyelid. He gets closer to you, now sitting not too far behind you. His pretty dark eyes shift between your products and your face.

- What’s this, it shines~

He asks curious while pointing at your highlighter. You chuckle and open it to swipe some on the tip of your finger. You thought it would be a fun time to mess a little with him, so you swap some on top of your boob to show him. You smirk and point at your breast, showing him that it make your skin shine, when applied.

-it’s to make your skin shine, you simplify it to him.

His eyes looks down and stare at your chest. His arms unwrap from your body and with his finger he touches your skin to see if it stains his finger too and it does a little.

-Waaaw, amazing! That’s so cool

You nod with a smile and a comfortable silence falls between you two. He watches you apply your eyeshadow using multiple techniques. He let his chin rest on your shoulder and his expression gets a bit serious. He stares at you through the mirror.

-Y/n ?

-Mmm?

-I’m hard, let’s fuck.

You choke a little at his sudden straightforwardness. You take few seconds to take in what he just said, before throwing a look behind your shoulder to stare at your suddenly needy boyfriend.

-Luffy… just how ?

You ask defeated. He has the habit to get hard so randomly, not that you complained because sex with him was always more than satisfying. Though, It was just somewhat inconvenient when you were already doing something.

-I can just jerk off while you finish off, he propose seeing your unsure expression. The way he said that was so laid back that it made you giggle a little. Doesn’t he know the effect he has on you??You smile fondly at him, but letting him do that would be more torture than anything else.

-Or you can cockwarm me while you finish off like we did last time.

The “last time” he was referring to, ended by you two fucking with your undone hair. You shake your head, you couldn’t say no to him. It was always tempting to have him inside of you.

He kisses the crook of your neck, dragging your name in a groan taunting you to give him an answer.

-I like the last idea more, you finally reply with a shy smile. You gaze at him through the mirror and you see him grin.

-Alright !

You stand up to throw away your panty on his bed as he stroke his dick few times before you sat on it. You both left a moan as the contact was made. You were never used at the deepness he could reach. Your legs weakly fixed your position on his laps.

-Is it okay ?

He asks making sure you were comfortable. You nod as you gaze back at him. He pecks your cheek, his brown hair slightly tickling you, before leaning his body back, now supported by his arms. The view you have is just so delicious, you are about to give up any plans your had on finishing your make up.

-Luffy, you are making this so hard for me I swear.

You let out shakily under your breath, because he clearly couldn’t stay completely still.

He laughs as he approaches his body to yours, his warm breath brushing on your neck, his eyes looks at you with excitement.

-Can I play with your boobs ?

-Luffy…

You whine almost pleading him to be kind to you and let you do your make up without so much distraction. No way you are going to hold back with him touching you like that.

-Pleaseee

-Ugh… fuck it.

I need to write a whole mirror fucking fic with him now🧎🏻‍♀️

Zoro

Zoro is going out of his mind. His usual cool and collected image is crumbling every time he breaths. His eye stare at your figure with a burning gaze. He wants you so badly right now, but it was lowkey hurting his ego to tell you directly how he felt (he’s in fact too shy, but he would never admit that to himself.)

You definitely noticed his behaviour during the day, when he let his hand rest a little too long on your ass when you hugged him or when he kept taking glances at your boobs peeking from the low cut of your shirt.

You didn’t want to give it to him so easily without him openly saying that he wanted you. It was no fun otherwise. So you teased him all day, acting all clueless to his advances. It was until he snapped and pulled you into his room late in the afternoon.

-You have been so fucking annoying all day. You really enjoy acting all dumb when you want to.

-I dont know what you are talking about?

You reply with an innocent stare as you unconsciously bite your lips quickly and look up to him. He groans as he climbs on top of you on the bed, his large and strong body towering you was already enough to make your head dizzy. He leans his face few inches in front of yours. Your nose filled up with the scent of his cologne.

-You want to keep playing this ?

- Admit it.

-Admit what ?

He gulps with furrowed eyebrows. You smirk and wrap your arms around his neck. You pull the green haired man closer teasing the proximity of your lips to his.

-Admit that you want me.

You whisper with the same smile glued to your lips. Zoro eye slightly widen but he presses his lips on yours without adding another word, but you are fast to push him away by pressing upward your hands on his chest.

-Come on, baby~ You can’t even admit something so little ?

You pout as you knew his competitive ass wouldn’t take it and he would eventually get frustrated, and maybe give up.

-I will treat you so well if you do, I just need to hear it~

You continue hoping it would cheer your shy boyfriend to speak the words. You know he’s not the best with expressing his emotions, but god it felt good to see him all tensed because he wanted to fuck you so badly. You travel your fingers up his neck, brushing fading hickeys you left on him few days ago.

You see him sigh as he straightens his upper body. You give him a confused look for a moment, but it disappears when his lips curve into his familiar smirk.

He let his body fall next to you and you feel his strong arm slide under your waist. He pulls you against him and with his other arms, he props your body on top of his. You sit not too far from his hips area. He places his hands on each side of your hips and he gives a light spank on your ass earning a small surprised moan from you.

-What are you doing? I thought I was clear babe.

You say while crossing your arms under your chest. He chuckles and push your hips on top of his bulge. You could feel he was starting to get hard.

-I want you, so be good now and ride me.

You smile happy to hear it finally from him, but he still found a way to make it an order, so it earned a small giggle from you.

-What’s funny?

-Nothing. I said I will treat you right, so let me take care of you.

You said while going down on him. You pulled down his pants to reveal his half hard dick. You took it in your hand and with your thumb you spread the precum all over his tip while giving it few strokes with your other hand. You give few licks to tease him a little, but you shortly after wrap your plump lips around his cock. He hiss as his fingers brush away the hair in front of your eyes that was blocking his view.

-Fuck, just like that

He groans as he places his hand on top of your head trying to make you take more of his length. You let him do as he wishes, as you wanted tonight to be focused on him. He pushes his cock until it was deep enough into your throat that it was painfully hitting the back of it. Tears were starting to form into your eyes as you look up at him. He leaves a low moan and let his head fall behind as he give a lazy thrust into your mouth. He let go of your head not trying to hurt you and you take that chance to remove it from your mouth and breath.

-Shit, you’re so big

You pant with a heavy breath as you stroke his dick up and down using your spit. He smirk at your compliment and you don’t let him reply as you dive his cock into your mouth once again, sucking harshly getting a loud groan out of his mouth.

You torture his dick like this for few minutes as you take him deeply into your throat and suck harshly on his dick by also teasing his slit with your tongue. He was a moaning mess and honestly it’s been a while since you saw him so vocal about the pleasure he was feeling, that it was soaking your panties.

You stroke him with both of your hands as your mouth was sucking his tip and with the help of few thrust, he came into your mouth. You swallowed everything with a funny face and flashed your tongue at him so he could see. You then removed your shorts and panties along with your top, leaving you naked on top of him.

-I should let you suck me off like this more often.

-Yeah, well if I didn’t have to beg all the time to have your cock, I would suck you even upside down.

You retort as you position yourself on top of his dick, ready to slide him in you. Zoro roll his eye at your comment, but he grabs your thighs tightly, anticipating the feeling of your pussy around his cock.

You chuckle seeing him waiting for you to put it inside of you, in silence. You lean and give him a peck on his forehead with a soft smile. Your boyfriends cheeks blushed as he gives you a bit of a “wtf” stare.

-So eager, are we baby?

Sanji

Sanji was smoking outside as his body was leaning against the railing of the ship. His fluffy blond hair brushed by the cold breeze of the early night. His gaze seems lost in a trail of thoughts that only him will know about. You smile to yourself when you finally find your boyfriend.

« It’s a cold night, but lucky me I have someone to cuddle to keep me warm » you say, startling him a little.

He smiles as he recognizes your voice immediately. Sanji doesn’t hide the way his eyes enjoy savouring the view of your body in this little black silk dress. It was his favourite. The dress is so short that he could just bend you over the rail and he would not only have a great view of your pussy, but he could also easily take you there.

Why was it so easy for you to drive him crazy ? Just you being such an effortlessly beautiful women was enough to make his thoughts foggy. It wasn’t too fair for his heart and his dick.

-You are going to catch a cold, my love. Come here.

He finally replies while opening his arms. You rush a little into his embrace, loving the way his body’s warmth and the mix of his cologne and the cigarette’s smog fill your nose and senses. He presses his body against yours and you let the back of your head rest on his chest. He wraps his arms around your shoulders after throwing his cigarette in the ocean.

-How did you find tonight’s dinner, chérie?

-It was delicious as always darling.

You whisper enjoying the tranquility on the boat for once. Sanji hums in response as he let his hairy chin slightly tickle your neck. His lips brush your ear as his warm breath tickles your neck.

-You know you make me a mad man when you wear this.

-Do I?

You answer with a chuckle honestly forgetting how your boyfriend had a particular liking in this night dress. He loves everything you wear anyways so for you it didn’t change much, but as he presses his dick on your lower back, you kinda get what he’s leading to.

You feel his lips move to your neck where he presses them, where he sucks and bites your skin, leaving proof of his love on it.

-I wouldn’t mind dessert at this hour

He mumbles as his arms find a rest now on your breast. He presses his hips closer to your body and you do him the grace of slightly grinding your ass against his bulge.

-What do you mean?

You ask him playing dumb. It was so fun to tease Sanji. He was always so enthusiastic whenever something concerned you.

-I want to fuck you, darling

He continues as his unwrap your body from his arms. His fingers slide down your waist to tease the hem of your short dress. He let them wonder beneath it, feeling the softness of your ass. A gasp left your mouth when his cold fingers press against your clothed core.

-I could just bend you over this rail and fuck you so good, hmm?

He pushes his digits under your panty and let his fingers get coated of your juices before letting them slide upward where he pinches your clit. A moan leaves your throat loudly and you quickly bite your lips to stop any more sounds to come out.

You two could honestly get caught at any moment that someone decides to exit their room, but the thought itself made you even more wet.

-S-sanji, we could get caught..

-I know, but I can’t help myself when you look this good. I want you so badly that I don’t care about the rest.

He retorts with a heavy sigh as he continues to play with clit. He then opt to dive one of his long fingers inside of you, catching you off guard. You try your best to keep any sounds in, but he was making it so hard for you when he was moving so fast.

-Fuck, Sanji. Please fuck me.

You whine as your body naturally leans on the rail. Sanji other hand pushes your lower back to create a curve that earn a groan from his mouth.

Your boyfriend closes the distance pushing now a second finger deeper inside of you. His pace is fast and precise, trying his best to listen to the way your body react to the spot he touches inside of you. Sanji does still keep an eye out in case someone catches you two though..

Hitting all the right spots and playing with your clits with his other hand, you feel your climax approaching. With a last thrust of his finger and some dirty word whispered, you cum all over his fingers, staining his black pants a little.

-You’re insane..

You let out as you try to catch your breath. He smirks and give you a back hug, leaving plenty of kisses on your necks and collarbone.

-let’s go back to our room, so you take care of me~

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[pucksandpower]

Young Love and Old Money

Max Verstappen x Stroll!Reader

Summary: Max quickly learns that life with the paddock’s favorite nepo baby as his girlfriend is never boring

You take a deep breath as the town car pulls up to the grand arched doorway of your family’s Montreal estate. Beside you, Max squeezes your hand gently.

“Don’t worry, schatje,” he says, “Your father will love me.”

You smile nervously. “I hope so. But you know how protective he can be.”

Max grins. “I can handle it.”

The driver opens the door and you step out into the crisp night air, your heels clicking on the cobblestone. Max follows, straightening his suit jacket.

Inside, the foyer glitters with crystal chandeliers. A maid hurries to take your coats. As she leads you to the formal dining room, your heart pounds.

This dinner needs to go perfectly.

Your father and Lance are already seated at the long mahogany table, chatting. They look up as you enter and break into smiles.

“Y/N!” Your father exclaims warmly, standing to embrace you. “So wonderful to see you, mon minou.”

You hug him tightly back. “You too, Papa.”

Lance grins as he hugs you next. “Hey sis. Long time no see.”

You playfully mess up his hair. “Too long, little bro.”

Finally, you turn to Max, who is waiting patiently. “Papa, Lance, you already know my boyfriend, Max.”

Max steps forward confidently and shakes their hands. “Mr. Stroll, Lance, it’s an honor to finally meet you both properly.”

Your father looks Max up and down appraisingly. “The honor is mine, Max. Please, call me Lawrence.”

You let out a small sigh of relief as you all take your seats. So far, so good.

The first course is brought out — a decadent lobster bisque. You all sip appreciatively.

“Delicious,” Max compliments.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” your father says graciously. “Now, tell me Max, how is your season going so far?”

You tense slightly. Here it comes, the interrogation.

But Max just smiles. “It’s been excellent. A few tough races, but I’m leading the championship at the moment. The car has great pace and I think we have a shot at the title again this year.”

Lance jumps in enthusiastically. “I saw your battle with Charles last race when I was rewatching the tape. Epic stuff, man!”

“Thanks, mate,” Max chuckles. “It was a fun one for sure.”

You exhale in relief. Max is charming them perfectly.

The conversation flows easily through the next few courses. You can’t help but gaze admiringly at Max as he seamlessly meshes with your family. He has a natural confidence and charisma that puts everyone at ease.

Over dessert, your father says warmly, “Max, I can see why my Y/N cares for you. You’re clearly an exceptional young man, both on and off the track.”

Max smiles, touched. “Thank you, sir. Y/N is very special to me.” He squeezes your hand.

You beam, your heart swelling. This is going even better than you hoped.

You finish up the chocolate mousse and set down your spoon contentedly. “That was delicious. This dinner has been wonderful, thank you Papa.”

“Of course,” your father says fondly. “I’m so glad you both could make it out here from Monaco.”

“Thank you for having me,” Max adds.

“Anytime,” Lawrence smiles.

You glance around the table happily. Your boyfriend fits right in with your family. Everything feels so natural and perfect.

“Daddy, could you please pass the sugar?” You ask amiably.

Immediately, both Max and your father’s hands reach for the small pot of sugar in the center of the table. They both freeze awkwardly for a second, before Lawrence pulls his hand back slowly.

You feel your stomach drop as you see the dawning realization cross your father’s face.

Oh no.

This is bad.

Lawrence’s smile becomes forced. “So tell me Max, what exactly does my daughter call you?”

Max’s eyes widen almost imperceptibly. “Um, just Max usually.”

You sink down in your chair, wincing.

Your father lets out a hollow laugh. “Is that so? Because it didn’t sound like that to me.”

A leaden silence descends on the table. Lance glances between you all, smothering a smirk.

Max clears his throat awkwardly. “Well, uh, that’s just a casual nickname really ...”

Lawrence raises an eyebrow. “A casual nickname you say? For my daughter to call her boyfriend in front of her family?”

You close your eyes, willing yourself to vanish. This is excruciatingly embarrassing.

“Dad, come on,” Lance snickers, clearly enjoying your discomfort. “They’re young, it’s whatever.”

“No Lance, it’s not whatever,” your father snaps, an edge in his voice now. “I would like Max to explain himself here.”

Max holds up his hands placatingly. “Sir, I apologize if we’ve made you uncomfortable. But I assure you our relationship is completely respectful.”

You nod quickly. “Papa, he’s right. Can we please just move on?”

But Lawrence is unyielding. “I will not have anyone take liberties with my daughter, do you understand me, young man?”

Max looks properly chastened. “Yes sir, of course. I meant no offense.”

Your father bristles as he glares between you. The awkward tension hovers for several painful moments.

Finally, you can’t take it anymore. “Papa, stop!” You blurt out. “I’m an adult now. You can’t control what I choose to do with my boyfriend.”

Lawrence looks stunned, then hurt. “Y/N, I’m just looking out for you ...”

“I know, but I don’t need protecting from Max. He’s wonderful and he makes me so happy. Can’t you let me make my own choices?”

Your father’s expression softens. He sighs. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just … so hard for me to think of you growing up.”

You reach over and squeeze his hand. “I know. But I’ll always be your little girl.”

Lawrence smiles tenderly at you, then turns to Max. “Forgive my outburst, son. I can see how much you care for each other.”

Max looks relieved. “Of course, sir. I understand completely.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Crisis averted.

Your father stands, raising his glass. “To young love. May you always treat my daughter with the honor and respect she deserves.”

“I will, sir,” Max promises earnestly.

You all clink glasses, the tension dissolving. Conversation resumes, lighter and more relaxed now.

Later, as Max helps you on with your coat, your father claps him warmly on the back. “Thank you for making my daughter so happy. You’ll always be welcome in our home.”

Max’s face lights up. “Thank you, sir. That means the world.”

Lawrence winks. “I was young once too, you know. Just maybe keep the nicknames to yourselves around me.”

You all laugh together. Your heart swells with joy. Despite the awkward moments, the evening couldn’t have gone better.

As the chauffeur drives off into the night, you snuggle contentedly into Max’s shoulder. “Thank you for being so wonderful tonight,” you whisper.

He kisses your hair. “Of course, liefje. I would do it all over again for you.”

***

The sleek red Ferrari glints under the showroom lights as you and Max admire your reflection in the gleaming curves.

“She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” Max grins, running his hand along the hood. “I can’t wait to take her out on the open road.”

You smile at his childlike enthusiasm. “She certainly is gorgeous. You have great taste, babe.”

The salesman steps forward eagerly. “Yes, the Ferrari SF90 Stradale is our newest supercar model. Twin-turbo V8, 720 horsepower. She’ll do 0 to 60 in under three seconds.”

Max’s eyes light up. “Incredible. I think I’m in love already.”

You laugh. “Should I be jealous?”

“Never,” Max winks, pulling you in for a quick kiss.

The salesman smiles indulgently. “Why don’t we step into my office to finalize the paperwork?”

“Sounds good,” Max agrees, lacing his fingers through yours as you follow the salesman.

In the sleek minimalist office, you both take a seat across from the desk as the salesman pulls up Max’s file.

“Excellent. Everything looks in order, Mr. Verstappen,” he says briskly. “If you just sign here and here, we’ll get you all set up.”

Max eagerly scrawls his signature on the documents. You watch in amusement — he reminds you of a kid on Christmas morning.

“Alright, congratulations!” The salesman stands and shakes Max’s hand. “The SF90 is all yours. We’ll have her prepped and ready for you within the hour.”

“Amazing, thanks so much,” Max grins, standing up.

You’re about to follow him out when a flash of black catches your eye. Through the office window, you spot a brand new Ferrari model on display in the showroom.

“Ooh what’s that one?” You ask curiously, gazing at the aggressive curves and styling.

The salesman glances over. “The new 812 Competizione A. It is a limited edition 599-unit production run. Just unveiled last month.”

You feel a thrill run through you as you take in the stunning hypercar. “It’s incredible. I have to have it.”

Max raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Really? You want that one too?”

You turn to the salesman decisively. “I’ll take it. My family has bought from Ferrari for years, my name should be in your client database.”

“Of course, Miss Stroll,” the salesman nods, typing rapidly into his computer. “I see you right here. Let’s start the paperwork and we’ll get the car ordered for you right away.”

You grab your purse, immediately fishing out your black Centurion Card. “Just bill it to my usual card, thanks,” you say breezily, handing it over.

You can feel Max’s stunned gaze on you but you keep your focus on the salesman, reviewing the spec sheet and customization options.

This new Ferrari is just too sexy to resist.

Within minutes, the paperwork is signed and you’ve secured the very first 812 Competizione A destined to stay in Monaco. You grin excitedly — you can’t wait to get your hands on it.

“Thank you so much, just have it delivered to my place in the Fontvieille district when it’s ready,” you tell the appreciative salesman before turning to leave.

You lace your fingers through Max’s, still smiling about your new spontaneously purchased hypercar. “Ready to take your new baby out for a drive?”

Max is quiet as you walk back to the showroom, seemingly lost in thought. He stays silent as the gleaming red SF90 Stradale is pulled around, not even cracking a smile when the salesman hands over the keys with a flourish.

It’s not until you’ve been driving for several minutes, weaving along the coastal roads overlooking the Mediterranean, that Max finally speaks.

“That was 2.13 million euros,” he states flatly. “And you just ... bought it. Without a second thought.”

You glance over, taking in the unreadable expression on his face. “I mean, yeah, it’s a beautiful model. Why not just get it?” You say casually.

Max shakes his head slowly. “I just can’t wrap my head around having that kind of money. That you can just drop over two million without thinking twice.”

You shift slightly, feeling defensive. “I’m sorry, does it make you uncomfortable? I know I grew up with a very different lifestyle ...”

“No, that’s not it at all,” Max interrupts. He pauses, gazing out at the sparkling blue sea pensively.

“It’s just … I’m not used to being with someone who’s on my level. Financially, I mean. All my previous girlfriends, I always had to take care of everything. Pay for dinner, vacations, whatever they needed.”

He turns to look at you. “But you’re different. You have as much money as me, more even. You can buy a hypercar on a whim, no problem. It’s new territory.”

You chew your lip. “I don’t want you to feel emasculated or anything. If you want to pay or take care of things ...”

Max shakes his head again, more firmly this time. “That’s just it — I don’t. I like that you’re independent. It’s really ...”

He pauses, blushing slightly. “Sexy. That’s the word. It’s sexy that you have your own money and success. I’m not used to feeling that in a relationship before.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. That was not the reaction you were expecting.

Max glances at you almost shyly. “Is that weird to say? I just mean, it’s different than what I’m used to, but in a good way. Like we’re equals, you know?”

Slowly, a smile spreads across your face. “No, not weird at all. I get what you mean.” You reach over and squeeze his hand. “This is new territory for me too. But I like discovering it together.”

Max’s face lights up with that radiant smile that melts your heart. “Me too, liefje.”

Your conversation flows easily as you cruise along the seaside, the setting sun glittering on the water. And seeing the look in his eyes when he glances at you now — equal parts love and admiration — you realize just how right it feels.

Being with someone who can match you in every way is new and different for both of you. But you have a feeling it’s the start of something beautiful.

***

The energy buzzing around the paddock is electric as you walk hand-in-hand with Max towards the Red Bull motorhome. Fans line the barriers, cheering and shouting his name. Max smiles and waves, slowing to sign autographs and snap selfies with outstretched phones.

You hang back politely as he interacts with his adoring public. You know the drill by now, having attended countless races with your dad and brother over the years. Blend into the background and let the drivers have their moment.

“Max! Can we get an autograph?” A young girl calls out eagerly, brandishing a cap and marker pen.

“Of course!” Max says graciously, letting go of your hand to walk over.

You hang back contentedly, happy to let him have his moment with his supporters. You catch snippets of their supportive comments as Max signs item after item, posing for selfies in between.

“You’re the greatest, Max!”

“That last win was epic. Get that fourth title this year!”

“We love you so much!”

You smile to yourself. Seeing how much joy Max brings to these fans makes your heart swell with pride and affection.

As you stand waiting patiently, you overhear the girl lean over to her friend and not-so-subtly whisper, “Who’s the chick with Max? She looks kinda stuck up if you ask me.”

Your smile freezes. You see the girl jerk her head rudely in your direction, glaring at you.

“I know right,” her friend agrees in a carrying whisper. “Another gold-digger who managed to sink her claws into a rich man too blind to see what she’s doing.”

You clench your jaw, stung by their spiteful words. Who do they think they are, judging you when they don’t even know you?

Max is still occupied with the other fans, oblivious. You debate whether to just ignore the rude girls. But their jealous gossiping has sparked your defiance. Why should you stay silent?

Squaring your shoulders, you turn and level a steady gaze at them. “For your information, I don’t need a rich man. I am a rich man,” you state coldly.

Their eyes widen in shock, mouths dropping open stupidly. Clearly they weren’t expecting you to confront them.

Before they can react, Max is suddenly beside you, slipping his arm around your waist.

“Whoa, everything okay here?” His gaze darts between you and the embarrassed fans.

You take a breath, ready to explain it away. But Max doesn’t give you the chance.

“You know, if anything, I’m the one who got my claws hooked into her,” he announces, lips curving into a smirk.

Now it’s your turn to gape at him in surprise. The nasty fans look completely bewildered.

“That’s right ladies, I’m just a kept man,” Max continues lightly. “Her arm candy. A sugar baby, if you will.”

He pretends to examine his nails arrogantly and you have to stifle a shocked laugh. Is he actually joking about being your boy toy right now?

Max leans in conspiratorially. “Between you and me, dating a Stroll has done wonders for my bank account. I mean have you seen the new and improved garage decor?”

You smother your grin behind your hand as he prattles on, winking at you.

“So don’t worry about Y/N here, she can buy and sell me twice over.” Max presses a smacking kiss to your cheek. “Isn’t that right, schatje?”

Finally you can’t hold back your laughter anymore. Max joins in and the fans stare, unsure how to react.

“Come on sugar mama, we’ve got a race to win,” Max says breezily, steering you away.

Once safely inside the garage, you turn to him incredulously. “What was that all about?”

Max shrugs, his expression sobering. “I heard what they said. Just wanted to shut them up and defend my girl.”

Your heart melts. Standing on your tiptoes, you kiss him soundly. “My hero. Thank you.”

Max still looks bothered. “You shouldn’t have to deal with stupid gossip. Especially not lies about you using me.”

You slip your arms around his neck persuasively. “It usually doesn’t get to me. Let the jealous haters talk. We know the truth.”

He sighs, gently moving a strand of hair from your face. “I just hate anyone thinking badly of you. You deserve the world.”

Touched by his sincerity, you pull him down into a soft kiss. When you finally draw apart, an idea pops into your head.

“Although ...” you begin thoughtfully, “Maybe we should lean into it.”

Max looks confused. “What do you mean?”

You grin mischievously. “You’re my hot trophy boyfriend. I need to show you off and treat you right.”

Comprehension dawns on Max’s face and he barks out a laugh. “Well I won’t say no to being spoiled.”

He winks roguishly and you dissolve into giggles. The stupid gossipers don’t know anything. You and Max are just perfect together.

For the rest of the weekend, you shamelessly flaunt your new role as Max’s “sugar mommy.” At every opportunity, you shower him with over-the-top gifts and PDA in front of the other drivers and team members.

Designer watches, bouquets of flowers, bottles of decadent gin for his favorite drink — you deliver them all publicly to Max along with cooed compliments and kisses. You can see the amusement hidden behind his mock protests at being “objectified.”

The other drivers are endlessly entertained. Daniel teases Max about latching onto an heiress, while Charles jokingly asks if you have a sister he can date.

By the time Max wins on Sunday, cementing his spot at the top of the championship, the silly gossip from earlier in the weekend is long forgotten.

As you snuggle together on the flight home from the race, you turn to Max curiously. “So, how does it feel being a kept man?”

He pretends to consider it deeply. “Hmm, tough to say. The gifts and pampering were nice ...”

You swat his chest indignantly and he laughs.

“Kidding, kidding,” he assures, pulling you tighter against him. “Obviously I love you for you, not your money, schatje.”

His voice softens. “Thank you for this weekend. I know the gossip bothered you, even if you didn’t show it. I’m lucky to have you by my side.”

You tilt your face up to meet his lips, kissing him tenderly. No more words are needed. Being together says it all.

***

The roar of the crowd surrounds you as you step onto the red carpet on Max’s arm, cameras flashing wildly. He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze and leans in close.

“You ready for this, liefje?”

You take a deep breath and nod, pasting on a smile. “Ready.”

This is your big formal debut — attending your first FIA Prize Giving Ceremony as Max’s girlfriend. And with him just winning his fourth World Championship, all eyes are sure to be on you both tonight.

You try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you begin the walk down the carpet, waving politely to the fans shouting Max’s name. He looks completely at ease, his fourth-straight title boosting his confidence even higher.

You, on the other hand, feel like you might trip over your gown at any moment under the blinding spotlights. But you keep your chin high, channeling the poise that’s been drilled into you since girlhood.

Perks of growing up in high society — you know how to fake it on a red carpet.

About halfway down, an interviewer steps forward, microphone in hand. “Max Verstappen! Congratulations on your fourth championship. How are you feeling tonight?”

Max smiles easily. “Thank you, it feels amazing. It was a great battle all season long so this one feels very satisfying.”

The reporter nods, then turns her attention to you. “And who is this lovely lady accompanying you tonight?”

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N,” Max introduces you proudly.

“Y/N, you look absolutely stunning tonight, if you don’t mind me saying,” the interviewer gushes. “That gown is exquisite!”

You relax slightly, warming to her friendly tone. “Thank you so much!” You smile.

“In fact, both of your outfits are fabulous,” she continues. “Who are you wearing tonight?”

Max’s face lights up. He squeezes your hand excitedly. “Funny you should ask — we’re both wearing custom Y/N Stroll originals!”

You have to resist the urge to giggle at the unconcealed pride in his voice.

The interviewer’s eyes widen. “No way, you designed these yourselves?”

You nod, enjoying her reaction. “I did, yeah. Fashion design is a bit of a hobby of mine.”

“A hobby she’s amazing at,” Max interjects adoringly. “She could have her own luxury brand if she wanted. I feel so honored to wear her work.”

You blush at his high praise. “Oh Max, stop. But thank you, that’s so sweet.”

The reporter seems thrilled at this exclusive scoop. “Incredible! It looks like you have some serious talent, Y/N. Any plans to pursue that more seriously?”

You hesitate briefly. Your father has been gently nudging you to take over his fashion business when he retires. But that’s still in the future ...

You decide to give a lighthearted answer. “We’ll see! Fashion does run in my family so it’s always a possibility.” You finish with a coy smile.

“How wonderful! We’ll be keeping an eye out for Y/N Stroll designs in the future then,” the reporter concludes enthusiastically.

You grin and wave as she lets you continue down the carpet, Max’s arm securely around your waist.

“See, that wasn’t so bad was it?” He murmurs in your ear.

“Not at all,” you admit. “I might get used to this whole red carpet thing after all.”

Max winks. “Stick with me and you’ll be a pro in no time.”

Your heart flutters happily. Being by his side just feels so right.

Inside the lavish venue, you’re shown to your table near the front with the other top drivers and their partners. Max pulls out your chair politely before sitting down beside you.

You chat with the other girls at the table, fellow WAGs you’ve gotten to know over the course of the season. They gush over the dress you designed, making you promise to create something for them too.

Soon, the lights dim and the ceremony begins. You clap loudly as Max wins Driver of the Year, bursting with pride for your champion.

Finally, the moment comes for the big one. The announcer begins the buildup, recapping the season’s epic title battle between Max and his closest rival.

"… And in the end, one man emerged victorious for the fourth time in his young but dazzling career,” the announcer concludes. “Formula 1 World Driver’s Champion ... Max Verstappen!”

The room explodes into thunderous applause as Max squeezes your hand and makes his way up to the stage, beaming. You watch with tears in your eyes as he accepts the trophy, looking so handsome and accomplished.

After the ceremony finishes, Max makes his way back to you, trophy in hand. You throw your arms around him. “I’m so proud of you!”

He hugs you tight, then pulls back, his expression earnest. “I couldn’t have done it without your support this season. Having you by my side means everything to me.”

Your heart swells and you kiss him tenderly. “You deserve this so much. And nothing makes me happier than being with you.”

Max’s eyes shine. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Max.”

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